To conclude National Poetry Month, I joined my Creative Writing class in crafting an abecedarian acrostic — a unique pattern of poetry in which the first letter of every line follows the order of the alphabet. 5 students and their teacher cried as we shared our stories, and I relish the opportunity to proclaim God’s work in the public school classroom. I bring to you: an abecedarius.
After Mom
Became sick with a
Cancer so
Determined it blitzed her brain before
Even being
Found,
God seemed far.
How could this happen?
I trusted you! But
Just as the deadly
Killer
Lodged itself in her bones,
Metastasizing, I found I had
Nowhere to run but to Him.
Open-heart
Prayers flooded the living room floor as I lay
Quietly weeping- a stablike
Recognition that
She would never hold my baby,
Trace the walls of our first home, but
Understanding death may actually be
Victory as Heaven unfolded before her.
Weeping, waiting, watching as the
X-rays told her,
You’re in your final days, and willing her heart rate to slow down to
Zero
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